[Asher should know by now to take care of himself better than this, but for some reason, he isn't, and what does that tell Jin? What of Asher has he hidden away, wrapped tighter than these bruises? He knows that he doesn't need to sit here and bandage his ruined hands, but he wants to do it. Because Asher wouldn't himself; because who knows how long it'll be before somebody else guesses that he's done this to himself for gods know what reason.
(He's no healer. He's not the medbay, somewhere on the other side of Oska. But there's still a selfish piece of him that wanted to be the one mending these wounds and more.)]
Just warning you. It's going to sting when I clean the open cuts... a lot.
[The fingers that hold Asher's hand trace his palm lightly; with his other hand, he begins dabbing away with a pad of alcohol.]
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[Asher should know by now to take care of himself better than this, but for some reason, he isn't, and what does that tell Jin? What of Asher has he hidden away, wrapped tighter than these bruises? He knows that he doesn't need to sit here and bandage his ruined hands, but he wants to do it. Because Asher wouldn't himself; because who knows how long it'll be before somebody else guesses that he's done this to himself for gods know what reason.
(He's no healer. He's not the medbay, somewhere on the other side of Oska. But there's still a selfish piece of him that wanted to be the one mending these wounds and more.)]
Just warning you. It's going to sting when I clean the open cuts... a lot.
[The fingers that hold Asher's hand trace his palm lightly; with his other hand, he begins dabbing away with a pad of alcohol.]